I hadn’t slept well; I’d dreamt, tossed, turned, and had woken up far too early. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about Calvin’s past? Our conversation continued to replay in my mind, as if on repeat. “It was a hard house to grow up in,” he had said. What did that mean exactly? What had happened there? My view of Calvin had changed. It had become clear that he wasn’t just some rich playboy, not just some spoiled, demanding millionaire. I wanted to know what made him tick. I wanted to know what had hurt him. And I wanted to make it better. Pulling the covers over my face, I tried to block the morning light and fall back asleep, but the effort was wasted. All right, all right, I thought, I’m getting up. I hadn’t heard from Calvin, but I figured I should get dressed, so for once I’d be ready when the call came. Ugh. The suitcase was filled with crumpled clothes, balled up and haphazardly folded.
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